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| Tifa smiled, slowly pulling away to tug those shorts she wore down, that black thong she wore containing her length was all that remained. | More, go on flower girl. Let me hear your need.

Use your words.~

How badly?

| She pulls her face away from Aerith's groin and smiles as she looks at her. | Tell me sweetheart. Are you ready?

Wiggly girl. . . | She said kissing that sensitive button between her folds as she glanced up at the woman with a gentle smile on her face. | Its almost like you enjoy this.

Aerith.~ | She says with a soft kiss to those lips, again, and again. Tongue was flicking up and down. |

I'm sure you do. | She says before long burying her face between the other's legs. Lips now kissing and tongue lapping against that damp hole. |

Its just for you. But only if you behave, will I allow it. | She chuckles and lays the other back slowly on the counter top. |

I can tell. | She says with a smile, feeling how tight those walls were becoming around her digits as she would lean in to whisper into the other's ear. | I have more than my fingers for you.

| She chuckles. Seeing the other react like this was enough to make those pretty fingers thrust in and out. | You poor thing You seem so desperate.

| She slowly tugs the other's panties to the side. Fingers sinking into that dampness before whispering. | Beg sweet girl.

Oh of course. Why wouldn't I princess. Unless you want me to stop now.

My. Good. Girl. | She whispered as her hand wandered between the other's legs. Fingers curled and pressed against her groin. |

Good. Girl. | She whispered, biting down softly on Aerith's neck, swirling and lapping her tongue around the bite mark that would most likely bruise. |

That a girl. . . Let it all out. | She said slowly dragging her tongue along the woman's soft neck before gently biting down. |